"I wonder," mused Geraldine, "if there is anything the matter with us, Scott?" "Why?" "Oh -- I don't know. People stare at us so -- nurses always watch us and begin to whisper as soon as we come along. Do you know what a boy said to me once when I skated very far ahead of Kathleen?" "What did he say?" inquired Scott, flattening his nose against the window-pane to see whether it still hurt him. "He asked me if I were too rich and proud to play with other children. I was so surprised; and I said that we were not rich at all, and that I never had had any money, and that I was not a bit proud, and would love to stay and play with him if Kathleen permitted me." "Did Kathleen let you? Of course she didn't." "I told her what the boy said and I showed her the boy, but she wouldn't let me stay and play." "Kathleen's a pig." "No, she isn't, poor dear. They make her act that way -- Mr. Tappan makes her. Our grandfather didn't want us to have friends." "I'll tell you what," said Scott impatiently, "when I'm old enough, I'll have other boys to play with whether Kathleen and -- and that Thing -- likes it or not." The Thing was the Half Moon Trust Company.